Two complete sculptures of what appear to be a man and a woman, plus the head of a child, were found at an abandoned medieval church in Buckinghamshire.
The discoveries at the old St Mary’s Church in Stoke Mandeville have been sent for specialist analysis.
Dr Rachel Wood, lead archaeologist for HS2 contractor Fusion JV, said they were “really rare finds in the UK”.
Pixie, just think, in a couple of thousand years, some alien beings will be digging, and find HS2. 
Haha! Now that’s forward thinking! Wonder what kind of bodies will be unearthed by then as well…
A brace of Civil Engineers.
That sounds really good! 
That is why Hard Hats aren’t Biodegradable, to leave the next lot some clues. 
Wonder how many bikes they will find… 
arrhh and lots of spanners in the works…
I will be burying my artefacts when the time is right.
It always surprises me the excitement that’s caused by the discovery of past civilisations. As a country we have been populated by every Tom dick and Harry for quite a few years and they would all have left their mark somewhere.
I cannot comment about any previous Toms and Harrys, but as for the Dicks, yes they abounded and there is still plenty of evidence as to how they impacted on the country at that time.
You know one day a few years back now, I was digging an area here in my garden that had the look of a dumping ground…The old door hinges and all kinds of metal beings I found…The thing that got me really excited though was an old Coco Cola Bottle…
now you can’t beat YT for information…So when you discover an old bottle your going to know how to date it…
Indeed, below the tarmac, on the street where I live, the original cobblestones (1896) still exist - the street below was built in the village at the same time.
I saw them when my street was resurfaced in 2006.
The Romans came to the area, too, and there is evidence of roads and travel but not habitation - the area was, then, too “mossy”, which is why “The Elk” survived (in a manner of speaking):
In 1970, the complete 12,000 year-old skeleton of an elk was found locally… It’s the earliest ever evidence of human habitation so far north, going back to a time when England was still connected to Europe.
The local Wetherspoons is named after him … 
Fascinating…! That is an incredible find as well, the Elk skeleton!
When the full elk skeleton had finally been excavated in 1970 it was named Horace by its finder Tony Scholey. Horace, like thousand of other species, were able to migrate much further north than they ever could in the previous colder periods, possibly reaching Britain for the first time in Earth’s history.
Horace would have been a alone when he died. Unlike most herbivores and members of the deer family, elks are solitary animals who live alone, unless they are a mother with young. In this Horace would have presented a favourable target for hunters. At the time mammoths would have been well worth bringing down but travelled and lived in herds presenting a significant threat to the Stone Age Britain. Elks were still large kills with plenty of meat but were easy to bring it down.
When his skeleton was retrieved one of his ribs was marked and a barbed spear head fashioned from flint was found beside him. This was an atypical weapon for the time, metals were not yet utilised and hunter gatherers relied on stone weapons, flint being the easiest to sharpen and mould.
The hunter would have likely thrown his spear into the elk’s side, the barbs catching in his flesh but is likely to have lost Horace as he fled the scene. Scientific analysis shows that he died a great deal of time after the wound was dealt, suggesting that this single injury slowly finished him off.
It is likely that Horace fled the scene, with the weapon stuck fast between his ribs, but became stuck in the boggy ground and slowly died. His remains were swallowed by the thick mud, preserving his body, and the barbed spear head, for the next 13,000 years.
How sad … 
Oh! 
What a sad story…Horace would have been in so much pain.
@Harbal now, why couldn’t you have discovered this during one of your graveyard and churches jaunts?
I can’t be everywhere at once, Minx.
Wanna bet 
